A photo taken this week of the house I grew up in.
I miss the snow.
And, let's face it, the people inside.
posted by Ashuri @ 5:25 AM
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I inhale great draughs of space.
"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, listening to others, considering well what they say, pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughs of space." From Song of the Open Road, W. Whitman
Monday, February 11, 2008
I miss the snow.
And, let's face it, the people inside.
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I've got a few just like this, I ought to post them to flickr.
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